Love Spat

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Spunk giving Najar a sissy paw challenge with his left paw.

 

Spunk and Najar had a little spat initiated by Spunk. However, Najar is standing up to Spunk these days and in many cases she is stalking and attacking him first. Spunk doesn’t quite know what to think of being stalked and attacked, since he has been the aggressor up until we introduced Najar into the mix.

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But he was faking and surprises her with a right jab, after she took his sissy paw bait.

 

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But Najar is quick and counters with a right hook.

 

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Spunk comes back with a left, while Najar gives him a punching bag paddling.

 

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Spunk tries to sneak in a kitty kiss with an attempted take down.

 

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But Najar pushes him off and defends herself with an all claws alert.

 

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She finely pulls out the mad dogs and Spunk, seeing she is serious, starts his exit.

 

 

Spanish Chocolate

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Laurie used the directions and proportions on the wrapper from a Tres Tazas bar to make her own recipe for what comes out to about 2 gallons of Spanish Chocolate.

 

We had our annual Spanish Chocolate party to celebrate Reyes (Three Kings / Epiphany) last night.

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When the chocolate cools, it becomes more like chocolate pudding.

 

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Tristæn cutting the cheese and preparing tapas

 

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One of Tristæn’s arrangements of Spanish cured meats and queso Manchego.

 

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Plate of queso Manchego

 

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When the party was over, the cured meats were gone, most of the chocolate was eaten, and  half a plate of queso Manchego was left over.

 

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Spunk wondering where all the people went

 

Set Up Us The Bomb

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This is a photo collage I put together with a photo of my dad working in a quonset hut on the Pacific island of Elugelab in the Enewetak atoll in October 1952 while working on the first hydrogen bomb detonated on Elugelab island on November 1, 1952. The foreground is a reflection of me in a nickel plated revolver with an apparition of the revolver surrounding my face.  My dad also worked on Operation Teapot and Operation Redwing, both hydrogen bomb tests in Nevada, in 1955 and 1956. In both of those hydrogen bomb tests he was caught in the fallout from the explosions and was radioactive for quite some time after each of the blasts. I was born in 1958, and I have often wondered how much my cancer might have been influenced by my dad’s exposure to radiation from those tests.

The title of the post is a part of a quote from the 1991 arcade game “Zero Wing”. You can learn more about the game and later video from my post “Somebody Set Up Us The Bomb” from January 21, 2014.